As I stand there, my hand still pressed against Magnus's lips, I feel a lot of things. Confusion, astonishment, and yes, even a hint of attraction to the man who just went through an incredible transformation. I can't help but be mesmerized by his newfound beauty, but my initial anger and betrayal still linger beneath the surface.
I feel mocked. And humiliated.
But no one’s laughing at me.
I spot Alina among the crowd and her jaw is practically on the floor. She looks furious and beside her Celeste seems to be grinding her teeth. I see Alina say something to Celeste as she stomps her feet like a stubborn child. Although only for a moment, I feel satisfied. I feel good. I want to laugh at them despite being the one who was tricked. Their evil plan has backfired.
The girl I treated with love all my life betrayed me just so she won’t have to marry an ugly man. But Magnus is anything but ugly. At least on the outside. I can't ignore the bad things I've heard that he's done.
My father and Alpha Zander besides him appear too shocked to give a reaction.
The crowd begins to murmur and chatter amongst themselves. I hear whispers and gasps of disbelief, but the loudest sound in my ears is the pounding of my own heart. Alec, still by my side, wears a look of concern, his eyes never leaving Magnus.
Magnus's golden eyes remain fixed on mine as he straightens himself and steps back, releasing my hand. His smile is charming, and he seems to be enjoying the reactions of the onlookers. It's as though he's reveling in the shock he's caused.
Alec, standing beside me, still appears disturbed. He's ready to act, to shield me from any potential harm, but with the wedding ceremony in full swing, there's little he can do to change the course of events. The mate bond may have been severed, but our connection persists, an unbreakable thread between us.
"What just happened?" I finally manage to ask, my voice trembling.
Magnus's gaze doesn't waver. "Magic, my dear. Powerful magic," he replies cryptically. "But let's not dwell on that. We have a wedding to celebrate, do we not?"
Before I can respond or make sense of his answer, a minister approaches us, his astonishment clear in his wide-eyed stare. "That was quite a show, Prince. The King will not appreciate this," he says, his voice fraught with concern for the consequences.
Magnus fixes the young minister with an intimidating look, causing the man to involuntarily take a step back in fear. "The King can kiss my ass," he retorts, his tone low and defiant, echoing the undercurrent of rebellion in the air.
The minister's eyes swiftly shift to my face, his face etched with alarm. However, he quickly recovers, offering a hurried bow before retreating from our presence.
As the tension in the room escalates, Alpha Zander, the imposing leader of our pack, rises from his seat and strides purposefully toward us. His smile, though forced, does little to mask the visible signs of tension on his face. It's a facade, and even from a distance, I can see the subtle twitching of his mouth, betraying his true emotions.
A heavy hush blankets the assembled crowd, and an unease settles over me like a dark cloud. I feel very, very sick as if the ground beneath my feet could give way at any moment, making me fall into a neverending pithole.
"Prince Magnus," Alpha Zander addresses him sternly, his voice laced with thinly veiled displeasure.
Magnus responds with a sly smirk, an air of audacity about him that hangs in the air like a charged current. "Alpha Zander," he acknowledges with an almost mocking tone, "The King sends his regards."
The exchange between the two powerful figures in my life sends shivers down my spine, and I find myself holding my breath.
Alpha Zander, despite feeling rage chooses to restrain himself. "There is much to discuss," he states in a measured tone, "but this is not the time or place."
Magnus releases a sigh, his head shaking dismissively. "We will talk, Alpha Zander, if I can find both the time and the interest to engage in yet another conversation with you."
The blatant display of disrespect exhibited by Magnus takes me aback, and I gasp in response. It's a boldness that surprises me, given the gravity of the situation. “He deserves it,” Lila's voice resonates within me.
I can sense the anger rising in Zander but he just snarls. He has no other choice. His eyes scream bloody murder, but there’s nothing he can do. Magnus is a guest here in our territory and it is a sin in the eyes of the Goddess to spill the blood of any welcomed werewolf.
The Alpha, his patience tested to the limit, proceeds to offer us the final blessing in the name of Goddess Selene, and Magnus leans in to kiss my lips gently. This time, there are no transformations or surprises, just the soft press of his mouth against mine. It's a simple kiss, but it sends shivers down my spine.
The crowd erupts in applause, and I feel a mixture of relief and uncertainty. My life has taken an unexpected turn, and I'm not sure what lies ahead.
As we turn to face the cheering crowd, I can't help but wonder what kind of man my husband truly is. His hand is holding mine firmly and I can’t bear the courage to face him. What magic had he used to conceal his appearance, and why had he chosen to reveal it now, on our wedding day? Why did he behave the way he did with Alpha Zander? There are so many unanswered questions, and I can only hope that in time, I will uncover the truth about the wicked Prince Magnus Blackwell.
[ELARA]The massive ship looms in front of me—moored and waiting, its hull painted in proud Qaivenien green and gold. The sails are furled, but even still, the vessel feels alive, like a breathing giant, waiting to carry us into whatever truth lies across the sea. I’ve never set foot on one before.I’ve watched them from a distance, bobbing like enormous bones on the edge of the Cursed Gulf, sails rising like pale ghosts from the shores of Caelondor. But never this close. Never knowing I’d be boarding one with a Queen’s emerald on my finger and unrest tugging at the edges of my thoughts.A few steps away, Magnus stands in quiet discussion with Alistair. Except it’s not really Alistair—not the version most would recognize. His face has been altered into a stranger’s: forgettable cheekbones, a slightly crooked nose, plain eyes that don’t shine the way I know they should. Morgana stands beside him wearing the long, forgettable face of a woman called Talisa. She blends in so well it chil
[ALEC]He paces before Kara’s bound form, taking in the battered villagers until his eyes land on me. Something crosses his eyes—some sort of understanding only he’s aware of. But his shoulders, which already appear rock solid, stiffen further. Then something envelops me all at once. It’s like being hit by lightning and dragged beneath a current at the same time. My feet won’t move. My breath catches. The power over me is thick enough to choke on, nearly buckling my knees. Bend, it demands. Kneel for your Alpha.I hear it before I realize it isn’t mine. The cold, masculine voice slips into my skull in a way that makes my stomach turn. And when the man finally speaks aloud, his voice matches the one inside my head.“I am Alpha Xenon,” he announces, gaze sweeping over the shattered remains of the Saltfire Gathering once again. “Alpha of the Silver Crescent Pack.” His eyes are pale silver, unnatural and unblinking. Those scars on his chest seem to ripple with a faint glow as he speaks
[ALEC]We rise from the firelight together. She holds my hand as we make our way through those sitting on the ground. Brynn glances up from her spot beside the flames, a question on her face. Kara leans slightly toward her and says, “We’ll be back.”Maybe we will. Maybe we won’t.The crowd’s murmur fades behind us as we slip down a narrow path that winds toward the edge of the village. It’s lined with wildflowers, soft purples and golds that look silver-blue beneath the lanterns. Their paper skins flicker faintly in the breeze, some nearly collapsed, some still glowing.She leans into my arm like she belongs there. Like we’ve done this a thousand times before—walked down this quiet path in this village.I don’t want to break the silence, but I have to ask. “What happened back there?” Kara doesn’t answer right away. She just presses closer. Her arm hooks around mine, and I feel her breath catch before she says, “Nothing.” Then softly, “Just… hold me.”So I do.We walk like that, slow
[ALEC]“Does that mean you’re planning to keep her, then?” Olric’s cousin smirks. “Settle in properly, like the rest of us?”I want to. I want to give her everything. A home. A name. A future. But what do I have to offer?Thankfully, Brynn interrupts, “Stop teasing them, the lot of you. They’re still young! Alec, ignore them.”I wink. “That’s what I always do.”But before I can say more, someone calls out from near the long tables, “Isn’t it time to light the fire?”A cheer goes up. The crowd begins to shift, gathering toward the center of the square where a great mound of stacked logs stands ready, circled by stones. Children dart through the crowd to get closer. Elders step forward slowly, each carrying a taper lit from smaller hearths that have burned quietly all day.The flames kiss the base of the structure first, then catch.Within moments, the Saltfire roars to life.Its heat rolls out in waves. Orange light spills across the faces around us, turning everyone golden. The chill
[ALEC]The sun is already high by the time we reach the village square. The whole place is packed for the Saltfire gathering.Bunting strung between trees flutters overhead. The scent of roasted meat, fresh honey cakes, and spiced cider thickens the air. Music drifts from somewhere near the long tables. Children run barefoot, trailing behind them the ribbons tied to their wrists.It should feel foreign. I should feel like a stranger here.But Kara’s hand finds mine as we step into the crowd, and then I forget I don’t belong.Her fingers squeeze mine once, firmly. I glance sideways to find her already looking at me, a faint smile tugging at her mouth, those blue eyes glistening.She’s beautiful. Even here, in a simple linen dress and worn boots. Especially here. Like she was carved from sunlight, and wind, and stubbornness.I don’t deserve her.But if I think that too long, I’ll ruin the day.So I smile back and let her tug me forward, into the thick of things.Someone calls, “There th
[KARA/RUELLE]I light the stub of a candle and place it beside the window. I watch the shadows stretch across the mud walls like silent witnesses.And I pray.I pray to the Moon Goddess for Magnus, for my mother, for whatever pieces of my old life still remain.And then I look at the clay pot.The wolf painted on it looks nothing like me.But I know it’s me.While Alec’s gaze is away, I reach for the moonroot tonic in my apron and mix it with water. I focus on how bitter it feels against my tongue, and try not to think of what I’m actually doing. The candle burns low.I slide onto the bedding beside Alec. He’s staring up at the thatched roof, his forehead creased in deep thought. Laying down on his arm, I curl around him, pulling the woolen blanket over us. This right now is the most comfortable I know I can ever be. But the feeling doesn’t last. “There was something else,” he says with a sigh. “News about… a pack.”I glance at him. “A pack?”“Werewolves. They’ve been attacking vi